His name was Death. It was pronounced to rhyme with "teeth", but Bitterblue liked to mispronounce it by accident on occassion.
Kristin CashoreThere was no helping her tears. For they would leave Po behindโฆ She cried into his shoulder like a child. Ashamed of herself, for it was only a parting, and Bitterblue had not wept like this even over a death. โDonโt be ashamed,' Po whispered. โYour sadness is dear to me. Donโt be frightened. I wonโt die, Katsa. I wonโt die, and weโll meet again.
Kristin Cashore